beauty hunter

Chapter 40 I’m looking for ‘Fang Yidao’

"Oh, I have to run away when the injury heals, otherwise I will still die when I turn back."

Niu Xiaotian said with a determined look in his eyes: "Brother, don't worry, I won't tell the truth even to death. We lack everything but loyalty!"

Wen Yan smiled and asked, "Xiaotian, where does Fang Yidao live?"

Niu Xiaotian was shocked: "You want to find him? No, you and I are no match for him now!"

"Tell me," Wen Yan's expression turned cold, "where does he live?"

Niu Xiaotian opened his mouth, then shook his head after a while and said: "There is no way I can let you die for me. You are powerful, but you can't stand up to others. Even if you beat me to death, I won't say anything!"

Wen Yan said calmly: "I ruined his business just now. If I don't come to him, he will come to me."

Niu Xiaotian was immediately dumbfounded.

What's going on?

…

At five o'clock in the afternoon, Wen Yan had just finished pressing a button for a customer and was about to take a break. Michelle dragged him back to the office and pointed to the TV on the wall: "What's going on?"

The afternoon news from Pingyuan was being played on the TV, and a young and beautiful female reporter was interviewing in the camera, and the target was clearly him Wen Yan.

The headline below reads, "Unsung heroes bravely fight against gangsters, and major shooting cases are solved instantly."

This hat is quite big!

"Say!" Michelle shouted.

"Well, 33d is quite big." Wen Yan pretended to be deaf and dumb.

"You bastard, stop changing the subject for me!" Michelle said angrily, "I said you left so quickly, so it turned out that you were the one who caused the commotion down there?"

"This is my private matter." Wen Yan said calmly, "There is no need to explain it to you."

"You!" Mi Xue became angry.

She didn't know why, but she felt uncomfortable because the other party kept it secret from her. She originally wanted to ask what happened, but she couldn't suppress her anger.

There was a creak. The door was pushed open, and Mi Ting walked in with a serious expression. She looked at Wen Yan and Michelle and asked, "What's wrong?"

"It's okay. Why are you here again during working hours? Aren't you afraid that your boss will find you skipping work again?" Michelle took the opportunity to walk back to her desk and sit down.

Mi Ting's "boss" is the police chief Lu Tianchuan, but she is obviously not afraid of this biggest boss. She said indifferently: "I will only stay for one minute and leave. Here, here." She handed the small bag in her hand to Wen Yan

.

Wen Yan took it in surprise: "Huh? Only Ming glasses?"

"I'll compensate you." Mi Ting said with a sullen face.

Wen Yan took out a beautifully packaged carton from the bag and said, "Isn't this cheap? The one I used to have only cost thirty yuan..."

"Money doesn't matter, as long as you like it." Mi Ting still had a sullen face.

Wen Yan smiled, opened the paper box, and took out the glasses case. When he opened it, he saw a pair of glasses that were almost exactly the same as before.

"How do you know which prescription to get?" Wen Yan put on his glasses and adjusted them.

Well, it's more comfortable than the previous one. It's obviously a high-end product.

"If you can't just have two pieces of glass, what degree do you need?" Mi Ting saw that he looked satisfied, and her guilt a little lessened. Previously, she took his broken glasses to have the glasses inspected, and found out that they were not myopia glasses at all, and that the frame was just a pair of glasses.

Two pieces of mirrorless glass.

"What? Aren't you short-sighted? What glasses do you wear?" Michelle frowned.

"Handsome." Wen Yan smiled and said, "Thank you, I'll take it."

Mi Ting hesitated for a moment, her cheeks turned slightly red, and then she asked: "Your nose..."

"Huh? It's okay. Didn't you see that I threw away all the strips of cloth?" Wen Yan raised his head and pointed his nostrils towards her, "If you don't believe me, look at it, it's fine!"

"Disgusting!" Mi Ting said with a blushing face, turned around and left the office, almost jogging.

Wen Yan glanced at Michelle: "It's okay, I'm leaving."

"Get lost!" Michelle was not polite at all, but her voice was so soft to the core that her voice sounded seductive, not angry.

Wen Yan smiled.

I have to say that she is equally cute no matter when she is happy, calm or angry. If she didn't have that natural "flaw", she is guaranteed to be the goddess in any man's dream.

…

At nine o'clock in the evening, after get off work, Wen Yan made some preparations, took a taxi directly after leaving Shangzhuxuan, and headed towards the North First Ring Road of Xincheng District.

Niu Xiaotian finally said it out. The place where Fang Yidao often stayed was Yangliu Street in the North First Ring Road. The block group formed around this street is the largest red light district in Pingyuan City, and Fang Yidao is the biggest boss behind it.

If he hadn't seen Wen Yan's majestic appearance that night, Niu Xiaotian was completely sure that he would be dead when he reached Yangliu Street. Now, there was still a glimmer of hope.

The taxi driver was a man in his thirties. When he heard that he was going to Yangliu Street, he was stunned: "Brother, are you here to have fun? I sincerely give you a suggestion, don't go to Yangliu Street. That place is not for you."

Where can such a civilized person go to have fun? Why don't my brother introduce you to two places? I guarantee you won't lose anything."

"Huh? Why can't you go?" Wen Yan asked back.

"Hey, less questions bring more blessings." The driver's face changed slightly.

Wen Yan smiled: "It's okay, I'll go find someone."

"Looking for someone? That place is in such a mess. Who are you looking for?" the driver asked curiously.

"Fang Yidao." Wen Yan said calmly.

The driver couldn't help but trembled and stopped talking.

How could a person like him, who has been living on the streets all year round, not know who Fang Yidao is? If this kid dares to go to him, he is probably on the right track!

The car stopped at the intersection of Yangliu Street. When we got off the bus, Wen Yan wanted to pay for the car, but the driver refused to take it. He laughed and said, "Brother, it's my honor that you are willing to take my car. I will give you a farewell on this trip."

” and so on.

Wen Yan had no reason to refuse such a cheap offer and just thanked him.

As soon as he got out of the car, he was surrounded by loud music and voices, and all kinds of neon lights and large-scale posters came into view, which lifted Wen Yan's spirit.

Several groups of men were chatting together on the street. None of them looked good, most of them were in Shamat style. They frequently looked at him, a "stranger".

Niu Xiaotian also knew that Fang Yidao was often on this street, but he didn't know the specific location. However, Wen Yan was prepared and spotted a group of seven or eight men and women by the wall five or six meters away, and walked over with a smile.

One of those people was sitting high on an arrogant motorcycle. He had a big earring in his left ear. He wore a sleeveless leather vest that was wide open, revealing his skinny chest and abdomen. His colorful hair was as high as a chicken tail.

He was tilted up, with a sinister face, and an unlit cigarette in his mouth, staring at Wen Yan who was approaching without blinking.

"I'm sorry, I'm looking for someone. Can anyone give me directions?" Wen Yan stopped two steps away from the crowd and asked with a smile. His gentle and delicate face matched with the black-rimmed glasses on his nose, like a

The harmless boy next door.

"What? Looking for someone?" A thin boy laughed, "Whose little boy has gone away? Second son, take him to the police station and help me find his parents."

"Go away, you have to go alone!" A tall and thick man next to him said angrily. He had a shaved head and a tight vest. He looked like the most "normal" among the group of people.

"Excuse me, I'm not looking for my parents." Wen Yan adjusted his glasses without any intention of getting angry.

"Is this kid stupid?" Seeing that he took his teasing seriously, the thin man laughed unscrupulously.

Everyone around them laughed except for the young man who was sitting on the motorcycle and said nothing.

"I'm looking for him," Wen Yan said slowly and unhurriedly, "Fang Yidao."

The laughter stopped suddenly.

The thin man looked at him in disbelief, then looked back at his companion: "Did I hear that right?"

"Looking for Brother Dao? Just you? Are you qualified?" The strong man frowned.

Wen Yan still had the same neither quick nor slow tone: "Tell him that I killed Liu Mang."

It was quiet again.

The man on the motorcycle suddenly jumped off, grabbed a baseball bat from the motorcycle with his right hand, walked up to Wen Yan, and without saying a word, swung the baseball bat over hard!

call!

Wen Yan sneered slightly, raised his left hand, easily grabbed the stick, dragged it towards his arms, and kicked out his right foot.

If the other party is not polite, there is no need for him to be polite.

The man reacted quickly and instantly let go of his hand to protect his belly. With a "peng" sound, he staggered back four or five steps, knocking the motorcycle over to the ground, but he also used his own strength to stabilize himself.

"I dare you to touch Brother Ninth!" The thin man roared and rushed towards Wen Yan. Not only him, but also several people around him also moved at the same time and surrounded him.

"Stop!" the earring man yelled, and everyone stopped.

"You have some skills, no wonder you dare to kill Amang." The earring man stared at Wen Yan, "If you want to see Brother Dao, walk in if you have the guts, No. 211!"

Wen Yan smiled slightly: "Thank you." He turned around and walked towards Yangliu Street without looking at anyone else.

"Brother Ninth, why did you let this kid in?" The thin man said angrily, "We can deal with him!"

"Humph, your eyesight is ruined by dogs? How dare you come here and still be so calm, how about you?" The earring man said coldly, "Besides, if you come to plead guilty to killing Liu Mang, then this kid must be related to Niu Xiaotian.

I want to see if he can see Brother Dao!"

Walking along Yangliu Street, Wen Yan immediately noticed that at least twenty or thirty eyes were looking at him. Not only the gangsters in twos and threes around him, but also the well-dressed "fun seekers" passing by also looked at him frequently.

No wonder, everyone felt strange that such a serious-looking person like him suddenly appeared in the midst of the feasting and feasting.

No. 211 is a hot pot restaurant, and it is full of customers. At first glance, no one seems to be a good person.

As soon as Wen Yan arrived at the door of the store, a honest-looking boy ran over: "Brother, do you want to eat hot pot? How many people are there? Red background and white background?"

"I'm looking for Fang Yidao." Wen Yan said politely.

The kid was stunned.

At this moment, a violent body collision suddenly sounded behind Wen Yan. He turned his head suddenly and his pupils shrank instantly.

Less than three steps away from him, a man was lying quietly on the ground, not moving at all, but under him, blood was rapidly spreading to the surroundings.

Wen Yan raised his head and looked upstairs.

On the balcony on the fourth floor, a flat-headed man with sharp eyebrows and a broad face was also looking down, and happened to catch his eye.

"Brother Dao!" someone shouted on the street.

"The body was taken away, and the ears were cut off and hung on the door of his underground casino for three days!"

The sword-browed man was naturally Fang Yidao. He still stared at Wen Yan and shouted at the same time, "If the news gets out, anyone who messes around on my territory will be dealt with like this in the future!"